… and blow

… and blow

Sy-onara

Sy-onara

offer me that deathless death

offer me that deathless death

my sunday

(Source: pizzxpxrty)

because America

because America

just a little crush

just a little crush

come read to me

oh yes

oh yes

#yesallwomen (music festival edition)

Because a strange man lay down next to me as I sunned myself on a large blanket, placed his whole hand, open-palmed, on my bare stomach then said, “you are confusing me so much” …

…and my first impulse was to apologize for being confusing instead shoving him away and demanding to know why the fuck he was on my blanket, touching my body…

Earlier that day…

Confused Dude comes up behind me while I was engrossed in my book and shoved a full glass of beer under my nose. I took it and turned up smiling thinking it was a friend of mine (Confused Dude was standing with the sun behind him, obscuring all but his size and shirt-sleeve color). By the time I realized it wasn’t Guy-I-Knew, Confused Dude was crouching down to tell me I should take a break from reading to enjoy the festival (as if reading in the sun while listening to live folk music isn’t enjoyable). I uncomfortably thanked him, wished him a happy festival, and turned back to my book. He said he hoped he’d see me again and walked away. 

Despite my impulse to pour the beer out (I don’t really drink beer, I needed to drive myself home in a few hours and had already been drinking, roofie danger, etc), I pretended to take sips for 15 minutes or so. I was worried that he might be watching me and if I just poured it out he’d come back and get indignant. I know very well what women who don’t accept the “kindness” of strangers can get in return. Eventually I pretended to get a phone call and walked over to the vendors booth where a friend was working. I offered him the beer if he wanted it (fully disclosing its origins) and then went back to my blanket & book.

Fast forward about 2 hours to the aforementioned stomach touching. 

Apparently, the confusing part was that I was quote “too beautiful to be at the festival alone.” When I told Confused Dude I wanted to be at the festival alone he replied “oh, really? you couldn’t find anyone to come with you?” I repeated that I *wanted* to be at the festival alone, made some blase comment about hoping he had a nice rest of the festival (again) and did my best to look as politely disinterested as possible. He winked, said he hoped he’d see me again (again), and walked away. I spent the rest of the evening scanning the crowd for the blue gingham shirt he was wearing so I wouldn’t be caught off-guard again. 

And again. And again.

happy june 1st

happy june 1st

sorry not sorry

sorry not sorry

is this too much to ask for?

is this too much to ask for?

(Source: diemondheart, via bobschofield)

girlfriend in an alternate reality

new summer crush

new summer crush

this weekend

this weekend